Lives and living
Do cities live different lives?
Do they go through the tumult of human emotion as time slowly ticks by?
These walls could tell you many tales if they could speak. What tales would they be?
Would they be of the sights and sounds that no longer appear prominent?
Of one kind of music being replaced by another? Dances that stop being danced?
The creaking sound of old shoes replaced by sneakers shuffling along?
Of aspirations growing with the expanse of the cities. Of the pace of living outstripping the speed limits of thoughts.
Or maybe to them it's as simple as taking one costume off and putting another on. Going with the flow.
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